Mutterings & musings from the manically morphing mind of an estrogen deficient, menopausal, modern matriarch.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Global warming? I don't think so ...

I thought I was living in tropical La Florida.But nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. This morning, I woke up to a 28 degree, freezing, frosty Florida.

Instead, it seems I live in La Florida-sur-ice.

I don't care what people think (like I really do) - I am wearing my 20 year old apres ski boots. Uggs off - it's all down to my politically incorrect, "vintage" furry boots for this cold weather baby, baby. Thermal thongs just don't do it when it's this cold. Fleece knickers, there's an idea.

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About Me

When I was about 7 years of age, I stood in the middle of Robin's Field Primary School's playground on a glorious, cloudless, autumn day in London. Gazing up, a burst of ceruleun sky seared through me. I had been awakened from a deep, protective state of numb.
Future decades jerked me back & forth on the teeter- totter of life. Great ups, miserable downs, nanoseconds of breathtaking joys, infinite hours deep inside pain.
A couple of years ago, I began to hit the mercurial Wall o' Menopause.
True to self, I went at it, head first, in a pool of icy hot sweat, the proverbial sledge hammer.
Spiritually & emotionally, I was drained. Empty. As in "this well was D-R-Y." Of everything.
Time passed & I began waking up again - just like on the playground.
In reality, I must say, I really like this side of 50.
"The best is yet to come ... "